On 6 Sep 2010 17:45:01 -0500, " +Grant. " <+Grant@grant.grant> wrote:
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>The Adventures of Stevie #38
>
>These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
>are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
>been true. LOL
>
>My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
>in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
>before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
>friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
>service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
>Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
>fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
>he isn't here in person. I think.
>All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
>that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
>Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
>The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
>Stevie is 12 in this story. It is Spring of year 2 of his special
>school.
>
>
>The Adventures of Stevie #38 "Less and More Than Nursing"
>
>
>Dear Carlos,
>
>
> To help you remember from my last letter, I was just going past the
>sinks on my way out of the locker room, when I stepped on something
>which rolled under my shoe. I was falling. I was going to hit the
>corner of the sink with my head. I twisted as much as I could to avoid
>it, and the whole world went dark and silent.
>
> Now I can tell you what happened after that.
>
> I woke up when Tommy was screaming for Sensei. My head hurt on the
>side, right next to my eye. I brought my hand up and touched it, and
>right away wished I didn't. I said "Ow". Tommy heard and came running
>over and told me to be very still. I didn't mind that. In fact I wanted
>to go back to sleep. He told me I had to stay awake. It was very
>important. So I did. Sensei came in and told us the ambulance was on
>the way, and he had called my father at his office, who would see me at
>the hospital. I said "What for, I just banged my head a little." Then I
>threw up all over my clean shirt. Then I said a bad word I shouldn't
>have. I think I was surprised more than they were, but I knew what it
>really meant. I wasn't myself. My head injury might be serious. I
>didn't say anything else after that except answer questions the
>ambulance people asked me on the way to the hospital. I was sick again
>in the ambulance, but that was normal for me. I told them that. I'm not
>sure they believed me.
>
> The doctors did all kinds of tests. I didn't like them. They told
>father what they found out, outside the room I was in, so I wouldn't
>hear it. I did. My skull was fractured next to my eye. It was just a
>little crack and not serious by itself, but I might have a mild
>concussion. That's a bruise on the surface of the brain. It can cause
>serious problems if it's a bad one. A mild one isn't much of a problem.
>They wanted me to stay a few days in the hospital for observation just
>in case. I thought of giving them a picture they could watch, instead
>of me, but didn't have one with me. I didn't have anything, not even my
>glasses. I was naked under the sheet. It was still a little cold. If
>the doctors didn't wear coats all the time, they wouldn't have to keep
>the hospital so cold. A little color would be nice, too. White all the
>time is so boring. I was thinking all kinds of thoughts while I was
>there. There wasn't much else to do but sleep. I did. In between when
>they came in and poked at me. Then morning happened. It started with
>breakfast. It wasn't good, but I was very hungry. I don't usually eat
>breakfast. Why bother, just to lose it in the car on the way to school?
>Then things were bad.
>
> After breakfast, a very old and ugly nurse came in to give me a bath.
>Old doesn't make people ugly. Ugly feelings do, and she had them all
>over her face. She pulled the sheet off me like she was mad at it.
>There was a man in the bed next to mine, named Mr. Baal. He could see
>everything. The nurse could have pulled the curtains around my bed so I
>could have some privacy, but she didn't. She told me to turn over on my
>stomach so she could wash my back. I did and was fast enough, but she
>pushed me anyway. I was not liking her. She washed me like she hated me
>and wanted to hurt me. Mr. Baal tried not to look. I could tell he was
>embarrassed for me. I was sorry he had to see me treated this way.
>
> Then she rolled me over. I didn't think it could get worse, but it
>did. With Mr. Baal there, and her washing, my monster woke up. Now I
>was really embarrassed. The nurse wasn't. She called me a dirty rotten
>little boy for doing that. She kept saying a lot of really bad things
>about me and my monster all the time she was washing my front. What
>made it worse was she kept banging into my monster like it was an
>accident just enough so it couldn't go to sleep. I could tell the man
>was shocked and angry about what she was doing and saying, and so was
>I, but neither of us could do anything about it. It was like we were
>prisoners being tortured. I felt it was that bad. Then she finished and
>left. I was miserable the whole day, and cried sometimes, except when
>Tommy visited, and father brought Jeremy to visit. I didn't tell them
>about it. Mr. Baal didn't say anything to me. I think he didn't want to
>remind me what happened and embarrass me some more. I was glad of that.
>I saw Tommy and Jeremy looking at each other in a nice way when they
>were visiting me. I was more glad about that, and thought about what I
>was going to say to them about it later. It helped me not think so much
>about what that nurse did.
>
> The next morning was going to be different. I was going to see to
>that. Breakfast was okay. Then a different nurse came in to wash me.
>She was very pretty, and her Irish accent was like the music of little
>tinkling bells of different sizes, falling down a very green gentle
>grassy hill. That wasn't enough. I wouldn't let her near me. She tried,
>but I kept screaming and kicking her away. I was NOT going to go
>through that again, EVER! I think she was going to go get a doctor,
>when Mr. Baal in the bed next to me told her she needed to hear
>something important about my problem. She went over to him and he
>whispered what happened. I didn't want to hear it so I covered my head
>and ears with the pillow. It hurt, but I did it anyway. It didn't do a
>very good job. After she left I thanked him. He said it was the least
>he could do. I don't think I could have told her what happened before.
>
> I heard her talking to a man down the hall, but not well enough to
>hear what she said. That was good. Then I heard him yell "She did
>WHAT?" They talked some more I didn't hear, and then he said loud
>enough for me to hear, "That is not to be tolerated. I will see she is
>fired and blacklisted." I thought that was good. She couldn't do that
>any more to little boys she hated. Then he said "If he had had a more
>serious concussion, the stress of his reaction just now could have
>killed him! But fortunately, not in his case. I think we will be
>discharging him this afternoon, or tomorrow." That was interesting.
>"I'll talk to him.'' He did. He was very sorry and very nice. He said
>that nurse was very wrong. Nurse Glinnis wasn't like her at all. "She
>will be very nice to you. Please let her wash you. It's a hospital
>rule." I thought I would try it, and see what happened, so I said
>"Well, okay." It was good father had brought my glasses. One of the
>earpieces was off, but I could still wear them in bed, so I could see
>the new beautiful nurse.
>
> He went out and Nurse Glinnis came back in. She drew the curtains
>closed around my bed. I thought it was a good start. She said "Don't
>worry, I'm going to be very nice to you. If there is anything you don't
>like, please let me know right away." I nodded. Then I told her "I
>don't mind if you keep talking. I love your voice. It's beautiful." She
>laughed. I never heard anything more beautiful in my life. I rolled
>over on my stomach and she washed my back and things. Then she asked me
>to role over on my back for the rest. Now was the test. My monster was
>already awake. I rolled over. She saw it. She said, "Oh my!" I thought,
>well, that's different. I said "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, you are
>so beautiful." She smiled as bright as a lighthouse shining in my eyes
>and said "That's perfectly alright. I'm flattered, and impressed." I
>heard Mr. Baal whisper to himself "You darn well should be." I thought
>that was very funny.
>
> She washed me. It went okay, until she leaned over me and I could
>look down inside the top of her dress. My monster jumped in reaction to
>what I saw, and slapped her. I said "I'm sorry it hit you. It likes you
>so much it aches." She said "Don't be concerned. You are quite a man.
>It's the nicest slap I've ever had, and don't worry about the ache,
>I'll take care of it. It's the least I can do." I thought, I'm
>beginning to like this "least" thing. Then I asked "Man?" She said
>"Yes, didn't you know you have a hair down there?" I said real fast
>"Where?" and tried to see, and made my monster poke me in the eye. I
>said "Ouch! It never hit ME before!" She laughed again, which I liked a
>lot. I put my glasses back on.
>
> Then she washed my monster. I couldn't help saying "Ohboy! That feels
>so GOOD. Please don't stop!" She said, "Don't worry, I won't. I want to
>make up for what the other nurse did to you." Mr. Baal in the next bed
>said loud enough for the nurse to hear, "Oh God!" I said to him,
>"Close, she's an angel." I heard his curtains go around his bead. He
>said "Please tell them to knock before entering. I'll be busy for a
>while." I said "I will. It's the the least I can do." He snorted, and
>Glinnis and I laughed a little. We knew what he was doing, just as he
>knew what we were doing. She was still washing my monster, and it was
>liking it very very much. Then she kissed me on my mouth, which liked
>it so much my monster almost jumped out of her hands. Then she got it
>all covered in soap, and put her hand around it like a fist and ran it
>up and down my monster. I didn't think it was possible it could get
>harder, but it did. I was breathing faster and and she was moving her
>hand faster. Then she grabbed my nuts with her other hand. That's when
>it happened. A wonderful pleasure feeling so intense it was almost a
>pain, filled me up so impossibly full, like candy fireworks inside me,
>it squirted out of my monster in a clear stream up high about 3 or 4
>feet and fell down, right on my face. 4 times it did that, before it
>was empty.
>
> I said. "Wow," after I caught my breath. It was funny ME saying that
>for a change, but it was all I could say for a while. I said it a few
>more times. Then I said "You are wonderful!, but could you clean off my
>glasses? It got all over them, and I don't want to miss any second of
>seeing you." I heard Mr. Baal moan at that. I think it helped him
>finish, because his breathing got quieter after that. I was glad I
>could help. Glinnis cleaned my glasses and my face, and kissed me
>again. My monster let her know how much I liked it, and the view down
>her dress she gave me when she bent down. I wanted to touch her breasts
>but didn't dare. She finished cleaning me up. I asked if she would be
>washing me tomorrow. She said she couldn't because she had to be
>somewhere else. We said goodbye. We kissed again and she left. I hoped
>she would come again before I left the hospital.
>
> The doctor saw me in the afternoon. I wondered if he knew just how
>nice the nurse was to me, but I couldn't risk asking. I didn't want to
>get her in trouble if it wasn't allowed. The doctor told my parents I
>would be alright, but I shouldn't do anything like exercise for a week
>or 2, and avoid anything which could hit my head for 6 or 7 weeks, and
>come back right away if there are any problems. Then we went home,
>after taking Jeremy back to his new home. He came with my parents to
>the hospital, which was why we were bringing him home then.
>
> He was in the back seat with me, and we held hands. I whispered to
>him I had a lot to tell him when we could be alone together to talk. He
>said we would figure out how to do that. Then we just sat together a
>while and hugged, and a little more. I put his hand on my monster. He
>could feel it was a wake. I put my hand on his, and I could feel it was
>awake too. We kept our hands still, but just the same, love flowed
>through them. Then he had to get out and go inside. We held hands for a
>second, and he was gone. I was thinking about Glinnis and Jeremy all
>the rest of the way home. So was my awake monster. It wanted her hands
>real bad. Jeremy's too. I wanted all of her, and all of him, but all I
>had were my own hands. They weren't anything like hers or his, but they
>were man hands now, and knew what to do.
>
>
>Your friend,
>
>Stephen
Dear Grant,
Why! You dirty, rotten, little boy!
You've got into the sports car,
But can you drive a stick?
A very stimulating story line.
Sincerely,
V
God Save the Queen.
God Bless the Prince of Wales.
God Preserve the Windsors.
Rule Britannia!
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